Category Archives: Poetry

The Beauty We Hold

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it’s the beauty we hold
and carelessly wear around
what we’ll be missing more

I’ve been that route

bumps holes and crevices
known to me if you’ll let me
stop the nonsense and hold
dear what we have

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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks

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Risalire

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October Sundays are dedicated to Italian Poetry.

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posso risalire
senza scivolare

con la poesia
non è ansia ma
parola attenta

precisa nel suono
e nello spazio
mi ferma una mano

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Tuesday Poems will be in English as usual.

Sì, la domenica le poesie saranno in italiano!

Truth

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if you do respond

to light innuendos
if you do understand
the spaces within

and the white around
if you say a lot with
your silences then

poetry is light and
simplicity – it’s a gentle
laugh at the scoffing

of the learned – it’s
what lifts you up –
not what shows off

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Perhaps From The California Notebooks 02

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perhaps I live eternally
beyond the world’s borders
without realizing

those limits useless talks
and mean chit-chats
laid out as spider webs

perhaps I fly protected

in the blinding light
and at night I cry
cause I did not grasp it

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This poem is part of the newly published collection California Notebooks 02

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Light From The California Notebooks 02

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approaching the day
with dancing
thoughts

to linger in god’s
presence
light

that stays with me
at night
and in my slumber

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This poem is part of the newly published collection California Notebooks 02

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California Notebooks – Freedom

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I realize we
do not need more
cosmic abstractions

nor painful flights
to the Himalayas tip
for the misty fog

that sometimes
surrounds us in
a cage of boredom

to wane at the sound
of us being liberated
as we simply focus

on what we know
now that we didn’t
know last week

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Measures from The London Hours

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something to do with measures
unknown
to others the length
of my despair whether is
it by nature, mine
or a not understanding of facts

of the jokes
among men, their secret bets
their sudden shoulders

and all was lived
and built, all that had an essence

to dust them off
to cough them up
it’s all forgotten
at once.

I don’t seem
to understand other’s
measures, the sense of
their steps, it’s long
far from me.

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From the collection of The London Hours, 2012.

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Joyful Exile from The London Hours

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routine is good
a shelter to my heart

a time of secret
tenderness

went to swim in the morning
new beauty welcomed me

piercing the sound
underwater

large the company
joyful exile

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From the collection The London Hours, 2012.

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Running Uphill from The London Hours

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I will close this page
and put it away

I will have a look
at such light
lingering

I will stand eventually

get up and displace
myself in a busy store
drunk in sounds and souls

I will pick you up
later when this
wind ceases

one more time
running uphill

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From the collection “The London Hours”, 2012.

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The London Hours

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white wellness

welcomed within

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quietness

a silence seek

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nearly no movement

a mussel in a shell

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I hear love

surging

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if I could

stay forever

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From the collection The London Hours, 2012.

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Italian Summers

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mid day of August’s
mid month some echoes
of a church service

on a television where
there are very few visions
a small breeze rises

awakening me to
a tiny drip drop
a small precipitation

into myself until
an airplane breaks
the clouds in two

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Il posto giusto – The Right Place

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non hai dubbi
quando sei
nel posto giusto

la tua anima si estende
se ne esce volando tu la segui in
qualche modo con le parole

e anche senza

 

 

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you just know
when you are in
the right place

your soul stretches
out and flies you follow
it somehow with words

and without

 

– These poems are part of the newly published, bilingual, collection California Notebooks 02, check it out –